“Sasha’s an invited guest.” He pulled her last piece of luggage behind him and set it next to her other suitcase. “Which is more than I can say for you and the band.”

“Hey, that’s not true. I have an open invite. Tell her,” Dash said with a pout she’d bet the ladies adored, and Sasha did her best not to laugh out loud at the banter she remembered.

“Seriously, why aren’t you at your pool?” Xander asked.

Dash lost the lighthearted expression. “We’re having some disagreements within the band and we thought…”

“A change of scenery would help,” both men said at the same time and Dash grinned again. “See? You get it.”

Xander rolled his eyes. “Gather the guys and go home.”

“They’re eating a late dinner.” Playfulness once again danced in Dash’s eyes, but he caught Xander’s glare. “We didn’t raid your fridge. We ordered in. Well, we might have taken drinks from you. But the pizza was on us.”

Dash turned and walked back through the kitchen, and she heard the sliding glass door open. “Time for you guys to pack it up and go home!” he yelled at the band.

“You’re going with them,” Xander called out to his brother, then met Sasha’s gaze, an amused smile pulling at his sexy mouth.

A mouth she’d kissed earlier. At the reminder, she slid her tongue over her bottom lip, and his gaze tracked the movement.

He cleared his throat. “Let me show you to your room.”

They each took a suitcase, and she followed him to the front of the house, where he paused.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

Turning, he ran a hand over his beard. “The master is this way.” He pointed to the hallway on the right. “There’s a second bedroom with a bathroom in the hall.”

She swallowed hard. “Okay.”

“That way,” he said, pointing left, “there are three other bedrooms and two bathrooms. You’d have more privacy there.”

“I hear a but?” she asked, because this was not a decision she wanted to make. She’d go where he sent her. It was his house and his decision because he needed to be comfortable in his own home.

“But I’d feel better knowing you were close by.” He looked as if the admission cost him something, but she let out a relieved breath.

“Me, too,” she admitted softly. She was totally freaked out by that note.

You’re Mine. Who the hell would stake a claim on her that way? Knowing Xander was a few steps away made her feel even better than being aware of the bodyguard outside.

He reached out a hand and stroked her cheek. “Nobody’s going to get near you,” he said gruffly. “Now let me show you your room. After I’m sure Dash and the guys are gone, I’ll teach you how to set and unset the alarm.”